When ‘Happily Ever After’ Turns Into ‘Who Gets the Company?

My bestie’s pregnant, her husband wants a divorce, and here I am holding the tissues and law books.

Ladies, grab your mocktails and buckle up, because I’ve got a story that’ll make your favorite soap operas look like an episode of Sesame Street.

Picture this: Your best friend is pregnant, dreaming of her little bundle of joy, when suddenly her husband decides he’d rather trade diapers for divorce papers. Yeah, welcome to my bestie’s current nightmare, which for some reason has made me a front-row witness to this drama.

First up, we’ve got the ultrasound saga. Her baby’s growing slower than a cactus in the desert, and her due date’s moving back faster than a politician backpedaling on promises. But hold onto your prenatal vitamins, because this is just the appetizer in this banquet of chaos.

The main course? Her darling husband, who apparently swapped his “What to Expect When You’re Expecting” for “Divorce for Dummies”. He sends her a text saying, “Be careful, because your next husband might kill you with the games you play.” Excuse me? She’s over here worried about whether to buy blue or green onesies, and he’s already planning her next marriage and possible homicide?